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The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals. 

Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.

I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?


My Art, My Love, My Desperation.

The Despicable's Plead

Where exactly did I hear those words before? 


No, it was just simply similar to what Gwenne said when she confronted me before. 


About being in the same school and all. 


This just keeps making me wonder why people keep getting interested in my affairs? 


I did expect to have people know the truth sooner or later, but I would have preferred it to be the latter than the former. 


But when exactly did things go my way? 


And it just had to be during a special night. 


I turned back to him and met his eyes. 


"Don't tell me you're disgusted to have a woman outdid you during the festival?" 


"Is that what you think of me?" He asked me with his eyebrows furrowed. 


"Based on my impression of you at that time? Shouldn't you already know the answer to that?" 


This made him freeze up for a second before looking at me with a perplexed expression plastered on his face. 


CHAPTER LX: The Rust of Luxury